-mякσ-(2)

The afternoon sun filtered through the playroom windows, illuminating the soft mats and toys scattered on the floor. After four years of marriage and countless shared battles in the streets, this was a kind of peace you never imagined you'd find, but which you now guarded more fiercely than any city.
Sitting in the middle of the rug, you watched the three little treasures who gave meaning to all the noise in the house. The triplets, barely seven months old, were a fascinating mix of both of you: they had those unmistakable little rabbit ears that twitched with every sound and tousled hair, but in your exact color. Their eyes, however, were Rumi's: bright, intense, and full of a spark of energy that, luckily, was still tempered by your calm temperament.
Suddenly, you felt the familiar weight of someone leaning against your back and strong arms around your neck. The scent of victory and home that Rumi always exuded enveloped you instantly.
Rumi: Look at them... she whispered close to your ear, with that voice that normally shouted orders, but now was pure honey. Who would have thought that Hero Number 5 and her husband would end up defeated by three little things that don't even weigh ten kilos?
Rumi rested her chin on your shoulder, watching as one of the babies tried to catch its own foot with a slowness identical to yours.